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HYMN.
PARENT of all, whose voice may rise,
In joy, or sorrow, to thy throne!
May I unblam'd address the skies,
In supplication's tender tone!
And ask, O God! thy tutelary care!
May'st thou both morn, and eve,
Propitiously receive
A daughter's dutiful, and anxious prayer,
In joy, or sorrow, to thy throne!
May I unblam'd address the skies,
In supplication's tender tone!
And ask, O God! thy tutelary care!
May'st thou both morn, and eve,
Propitiously receive
A daughter's dutiful, and anxious prayer,
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Nor dazzling pomp, nor golden store,
That raise the world's too eager vow,
My suppliant heart, and soul, implore,
When to my heavenly sire I bow:
Humbly I crave, from sovereign power above,
To see my father's face
Glow with paternal grace,
And, as the face of God, with guardian love.
That raise the world's too eager vow,
My suppliant heart, and soul, implore,
When to my heavenly sire I bow:
Humbly I crave, from sovereign power above,
To see my father's face
Glow with paternal grace,
And, as the face of God, with guardian love.
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